The fortress crumbled around us like the bones of some ancient beast finally giving up its fight against time. Stone shrieked against stone. Dust choked the air so thick I could taste it—ash and blood and something older, something that had been sleeping in these walls for centuries.
Lior's hand locked around my wrist, his grip ice-cold and desperate.
"Move!" His voice cut through the chaos, sharp enough to slice through the ringing in my ears.
I stumbled forward, my legs shaking beneath me. The hybrid power that had erupted from my chest moments ago—that terrifying fusion of gold and shadow that had torn through Severan's forces like they were nothing—had left me hollow. Drained. My wolf whimpered somewhere deep inside, confused and frightened by what we'd become.
